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Sonnet VIII: Shadowlands

Posted by David Emeron on

My love, to shadowlands, again thou dost
Return; I may not see, I may not know
These lands wherein thou wanderest; what light
Enchanted dost thou follow through the mist.

Though taken fancy hence where fancy must,
I may not follow thee where thou, below
Might sink beneath; nor even take to flight,
Nor feel what sky thou touched, nor what thou kist.

Nor may perceive, but that they turn to dust,
Such shadowed forms, where shadowdust may blow;
Nor climb where hast thou flown; whatever height
To know of what these shadowlands consist.

Yet trust my love to find where doth she goe
In dark her night; whereto her path may twist.

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Sonnet VI: If I Should Sleep

Posted by David Emeron on

Perchance I slumber, whilst she watcheth mee;
So deeply do I sleep; nor chance to wake.
Though doth, to touch, she lovingly adore?
Oblivious, I still yet slumber on.

How now, to look upon me whole, doth she?
I sleep; so warm a breath the night wouldst make.
Doth she, my contours, lovingly explore?
So doth my rest, so shan’t I stir thereon.

And doth my love withal abound such glee,
Caresses deeply striven, then partake?
Though all, should I desire to wake, the more,
I barely stir; though should I, whereupon.

But see! my love but breathe my name; forsake
Mine oft adoréd sleep, do I, anon.

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